Sofa Sex

Ah, the flu bug strikes again! I was feeling alright on Friday night, but as soon as I woke up on Saturday I had all the symptoms; sore throat, headache, blocked up, chesty cough... that came on fast! Luckily my date wasn't an overnight booking; he had booked me for my 2 hour minimum and then extended for another 2. I left his place around midnight, though he was very eager for me to stay! Sometimes it's tempting to give them some time for free when you really like a client, but it's dangerous to blur the lines of your relationship - and it creates expectations on their part. First it's another hour free, then the rest of the night, then they're calling you on your days off... must be strict.

We had dinner at his place (ordered in), and I gave him the full on GFE. I sat with my legs wrapped round him as he laid back on me, watching a film on the sofa. While he talked about work and family and the pressure he's under I ran my fingers through his hair; after a while he decided that was enough serious talk and steered the conversation towards how sexy he found me instead. Always nice to hear! He started to trail his fingers up and down my legs, stroking the sheer nylon of my stockings. He became quiet and his breathing got heavier, so I knew he was ready to turn up the heat.

We didn't move from the sofa and left the film on in the background; he rolled over and kissed me there, grinding eagerly on top of me. Our clothes never came off completely; I undid his trousers and worked them down as he pushed up my dress. I wasn't wearing any underwear apart from my hold ups, which stayed on. When he was ready to push himself inside me, I resumed my position of my legs wrapped around him and pulled him in deep. We rocked there, hot and close, buried in the cushions. I hope many more winter nights are spent that way...

I'll be having some time off while I shake this bug now - it's not the biggest turn on!

Brooke x

Will I Ever Learn?

Hungover.com. I think I was still drunk when I got up this morning - thank goodness I don't have to meet a client tonight. I think 'a few drinks with the girls' will have to be a Coca Cola for me...

Brooke x

A Cutie

Ahhh, looking forward to my dinner date tomorrow night. It's a client I've met once before; he's only in his 20s and very sweet. I think if he was a bit more confident he'd have no trouble attracting the ladies, but his shyness stops him approaching them. I'll try to bring him out his shell a bit; I remember that once we got down to it, his inhibitions disappeared! It's often the initial stages that are the scariest.

I remember when I first started escorting; I'd get such butterflies in my stomach before going to meet a client. Although I was nervous, I had to come across as confident and completely at ease, so after a while that became second nature to me. I still get a little thrill of excitement if it's a client I like or someone new; hope that never goes away!

I'll fill you in on how it goes,

Brooke x

A Bum Date

I don't mean to mislead you but, despite the title of this blog post, I won't be discussing anal sex today! I had a date with a new client last night; it was alright, but I wouldn't call him one of my favourites. Unfortunately we got off to a bad start because I arrived 15 minutes late - I had let him know that I was slightly behind schedule and the traffic was heavy (always a pain to meet after work, rush hour!), but was met with a haughty city boy who insisted on moaning about it for some time rather than accept my apology. He did cheer up slightly when he actually saw me, so at least he wasn't disappointed.

I realised that although he was young, he had quite old fashioned values; very patriotic, slightly patronising. He also tipped our lovely waiter about 0.5% of the bill - pretty tight considering how full his pockets were...

Being not very turned on by the whole experience, I've decided that I'll get myself off in the shower later on this afternoon instead. That should bring you a much juicer post!

Brooke x

Sex Under Water

As I'm going abroad again soon, I can't help but let my mind drift to under-the-sea fantasies. I've found that they reality is never quite the same as I'd imagined though! I absolutely LOVE sex in the shower, but that's quite different to being fully submerged; you have the steam and the heat, contrasted with cool tiles to press your bare back up against. The only thing you need to watch out for is a slippery floor; it's not something I often try with my older clients, as I don't want to be responsible for a slipped disc!

The problem with sex under water is that it washes away a woman's natural wetness and lubrication. As any adult will know, the wetness between my legs is quite different to the wetness that washes up on the beach; we're silky and slippery - much more effective than water. There's also the issue of trying to get a condom on safely and keeping it there. Perhaps sex in the sea is something better left to committed couples! That doesn't mean I can't have dirty thoughts about it though...



As a sort of compromise, I've got myself a waterproof vibrator. I'll need to wait for a night this week when I have the flat to myself, then run myself a long, hot bath. I don't like having to keep quiet, especially when I have a new toy... I'll let you know how I get on with it. Hopefully I'll have some juicy gossip to tell you about my date tomorrow too!

Hope your week is as lovely as I intend mine to be,

Brooke x

A Massage With a Twist

Afternoon you gorgeous lot,

I must apologise for my absence; I seem to have a lot on my plate lately, hard to find the time for my self-indulgent musings! I've had a couple of client problems in the last week, involving one who became a bit too obsessive and another whose recent ex-girlfriend found my number in his phone and has been giving me an earful. I would gladly give her some tips on how to satisfy her man if she's having difficulty...

Anyway, to the one night of the week that is worth mentioning; I met up with a client on Friday night for a quiet night in his hotel suite. Any regular readers will know that I'm a fan of erotic massage (giving and receiving), so I quite happily obliged when he asked me to use my skills. We had both prepared for this; his room was lit by lamp light and he was only wearing a towel, with Al Green playing low on the stereo (good choice). I wore a wrap around dress that allowed me to strip very easily, slip on heels and a sheer negligee that I kept on while we warmed up. One new addition was a massage candle I'd been told about. He looked a little worried when I first pulled it out of my bag; it has one edge that's designed for pouring, so I think he was worried I was about to pull out some S&M style branding games! He relaxed when I showed him though; the wax is warm to the touch but nowhere near hot enough to burn your skin. I tricked a tiny bit between my breasts to prove it to him, which was almost enough to distract him from the massage altogether!

I was surprised how well the warm oil massaged into his skin; it was moisturising rather than greasy, and the scent was better than incense. The atmosphere it created made both of us pretty horny, and soon he wanted a go at rubbing it into my breasts. We sat facing each other on the bed as he poured more into his hands and eagerly massaged me, squeezing and kneading with wide and excited eyes fixed on me. I think sensual products are a must have for girls in my line of work as well as sex toys; some clients like some soft core things to play with. I want another one already -- how had I not discovered these before?!

Have a beautiful week,

Brooke x

Third Time's a Charm

Now that's a good way to exhaust myself! I just met the one client this weekend, and thank goodness I didn't have another booking the next day - I spent most of it recovering in bed!

I dressed quite differently to my usual style for this date, but it seemed to have the desired effect. He's only seen me in dresses before and invited me to dress casually since we were staying in. I wore a tight t-shirt, tiny denim hot-pants and sexed it up with sky high black sandals. My legs looked long and tanned, and were silky smooth. The look on his face was priceless! We had a home cooked meal at his place, but decided to have a drink on the sofa before he started dinner (I do love a man who can cook).

Conversation came easily, and after one drink I could see him looking at me hungrily. I leaned over and kissed him, hooking my leg over his and leaning my body into him. He ran one hand long the curve of my waist and put the other behind my head to kiss me harder. Moving lower, he ran his hand along the length of my leg and back up again to squeeze my thigh. I pulled away and threw a cushion onto the floor, kneeling at his feet - slowly undoing his flies, I looked up at him with a mischievous smile. He pushed his trousers down and threw them aside, giving me space to pull his legs open and put my mouth there. I ran my tongue around his balls before running it from the base of his cock slowly up to the tip. He exhaled hard as I put my hot lips around it and took him deep into my mouth. Each time I pushed my head down, everything got hotter and wetter, and no doubt better. He was rock hard, so I stood up and pushed my hot-pants to the floor, discarding my t-shirt but keeping on the heels. I climbed onto his lap and lowered myself onto his cock, using his shoulders and my hips to rock myself up and down the length of him. I kept my legs wide open so he could grind really deep into me, and leaned forwards occasionally to push my breasts into his face. Without warning he grabbed my arse and stood up, wrapping my legs tightly around his back. With no wall for support, he lifted me just enough to thrust into me right there. So manly! From there was the perfect opportunity to fulfil the table fantasy, so I nodded my head in that direction and he carried me there, still inside me. He laid me on my back and stood at the table's edge, while I gripped it on either side of my hips. I arched my back to give him a good view, and couldn't stop the noise that came out of my mouth as he fucked me there. It was so hard! Hearing me climaxing and seeing my body shudder, he didn't need to hold back a minute longer; he pulled out and came across my breasts and my stomach. There was A LOT of come.

Bearing in mind that this was just the pre-dinner fuck, I think I may have to save the other two from that date for my next post, otherwise this will be a very long account! There's no chance of me forgetting that session any time soon, so look out for part 2 tomorrow...

Brooke x

Concocting a Plan...

As a high class escort in London, you can never stop trying to exceed expectations. Sometimes I'm more in the mood to meet clients, and of course there are some guys I prefer to others. It does help when I fancy the pants off a man; it doesn't even feel like work, and I'm eager to please just to give myself a buzz - not only for the tip. If you're really not into it, a guy can usually tell, and he'll feel let down. A good escort can't be a clock watcher, grumpy, sleepy or tense; any trace of these things could totally ruin his pleasure, and his pleasure is what it's all about. If I can get some too, it's a bonus!



The client I'm meeting tomorrow is one I always enjoy seeing; he's got a raw animal sex appeal that's easy to succumb to. I've been meeting with him for a couple of months now, and I'm glad he's become a regular. I'm going to his apartment tomorrow, and I'm planning to experiment with a new location. At the moment I'm thinking of fucking on the table; I can hold onto the edge while he thrusts hard into me, my heels up on his shoulders so he can get really deep. Things don't always go to plan, but I had a little fantasy earlier that seemed like a good idea!

I also wanted to say thank you to the readers who email me, it's always lovely to hear from you. Feel free to drop me a line any time, I'll do my best to get back to you.

Love,

Brooke x

A Heavy Sofa Session

I've seen a lot of nice places in my time, but when my client invited me back to his place on Tuesday night I was very impressed with his pad. He lives in the penthouse on private grounds overlooking the river. Everything was clean, modern, and a glass wall gave breathtaking views across the city. It was a shame that the rain meant we couldn't drink on the balcony as he'd planned, but the leather sofas did us just fine.

With me on wine and him on beer, everything seemed to be running smoothly; I sat in the corner of the sofa with my legs across his lap. He stroked my thigh, and gradually my skirt rode up enough to reveal the lace top of my stocking. I felt him harden underneath me as his fingers brushed the fabric, and he pushed it up further to discover by bare pussy, framed by suspenders. There was no turning back from that point: he put down his drink and took mine to put on the floor, instantly turning his attention to between my legs. He stroked the soft skin there first, and bent forward to kiss me; I felt the pressure from his lips get harder as he dipped a finger inside me and felt that I was already wet.

The next minute went fluidly; his trousers came down and he slid inside me, hooking my legs over him sideways. It hit my g-spot and felt amazing - I told him so. That almost made him come straight away, but he managed to hold back by slowing down. He fucked me there on my side for a while, then I pushed him up and climbed on top to straddle. I pulled my dress up over my head but kept on the lingerie. He gripped onto my waist and moved with me as I rode up and down the length of his cock, pushing down as hard as I could to take him deep. As I ground into him I leaned forwards so my breasts were pressed against his face, and titled my hips to rub my clit against him.

We finished with him bearing down on me as I sank into the sofa with my legs wide open; I told him to go faster so that he would come when I did. I was very vocal about letting him know how close I was, and that did the trick.

I wonder if any penthouse residents of neighbouring blocks had a live sex show?

Brooke x

Stormy...

Did anyone see that thunder storm last night? I was with a client in an outdoor bar, luckily under a canopy. It was amazing! Something about the electricity in the air heated it up between us... we had to be interrupted from some hot and heavy kissing for them to close up! Oops, got a little bit lost in the moment. He was a very good kisser.

I don't understand why some escorts forbid french kissing. I know they like to keep their work and personal lives separate, but isn't being handed a wad of cash by a stranger enough to signify that? It can't be pleasurable for them if they're that closed off. Kissing is the place where you start, and gets you turned on easily (if they know what they're doing). If a man is bad at it, you can guide him or move your lips lower, which he'll never complain about!

Hope you have a great weekend,

Brooke x

The Juicy Details

Hello my lovelies,

I have been a busy bee, and not sure how I would have got through the last stressful week without the marathon hands-on session I had at the weekend. I'd bought a Kama Sutra Massage Therapy kit a few days before and had been dying to try out the oils; massage is one of my favourite things to give and receive. Luckily it crops up fairly often in my line of work, so I need to keep my supplies of sex toys stocked up!

My client loves it when I bring along romantic kits like this, so his eyes lit up when I pulled five different scented oils from by bag. I told him that they were brand new and I needed a subject to test them on; of course, he gladly obliged. He had been at work (on a Saturday, poor guy), so I chose 'Healing Blend' to soothe his tired muscles. It's got a relaxing scent of lavender, rosemary, nutmeg and various other hints. As he laid flat on his front with his head resting on his crossed arms, I straddled him and settled below his back, with my skin bare against his. I poured some oil into my hand first to warm it up, then rubbed it onto him in long, firm strokes. I ran my hands over his shoulders, then worked them back down in smooth kneading motions. He groaned appreciatively, and if I hadn't been naked, he may well have drifted off. I spent a good 20 minutes caressing his skin, finishing off with my trademark move of rubbing the last of the oil into his back with my breasts. That made him wake up!

To return the favour, he chose 'Pleasure Garden', which smelled as delicious as it sounded. He didn't want to be confined to my back; he massaged down my arms, along my legs and rubbed his hands over every curve he could find. It was very sensual, and kept us both slick and smooth. I was so glad that the oil didn't dry up or go sticky - that always spoils my fun! When you're both oiled up, you can rub your bodies against each other in a way that's electric; I challenge you not to spend the rest of the night copulating after that!

Reliving it in my head... thank God I have plenty left for next time!

Brooke x

Panic and Calm

It's always terrifying for a woman to start noticing the first signs on ageing, so I hope I can be forgiven for letting out a squeal when I found a couple of white hairs on my head. Bring on the dye! As a natural dark brunette, it was inevitable that they'd show up sooner or later. I still have a few years before I turn 30 - can the wrinkles at least hold their horses until then? Pretty please? I can only handle one drama at a time. However, I've just bought a set off lush massage oils, so I'm hoping to calm myself by using them on a client, then getting him to return the favour. I'll let you know how it goes.

I met a client this weekend who was very handsome with a chiselled jaw and dark eyes, but sadly I felt no spark; he won't be my new crush. I still appreciated him physically and he was good in bed, but it still felt like work. Then again, if I let myself enjoy it too much it can become a problem professionally - maybe this is a good thing!

All you Londoners, don't miss the Sex Worker Film Festival this Sunday, at the Rio Cinema in East London. It's the first one ever, promoting our right to choose to be in this industry and not to be judged for it. Get behind it! If Hackney Council had their way, there wouldn't even be any lapdancing or strip clubs. How dull, and how dare they! When will this country catch on?

Wishing you a week full of joy, wine and sex,

Brooke x

Behind Closed Doors

It still surprises me how different people can be behind closed doors. Sometimes it's a good thing, like when guys drop the bravado they put on in front of their friends and show you who they really are. My client last week had an air of confidence that really fooled me! On meeting him, I guessed he was around 30; tall, slim and quite handsome - very clean cut. He walked as if he owned the room, and seemed perfectly at ease with himself. Being with a glamorous woman seemed second nature to him, so I relaxed and was having a great time at the bar. When we went up to his room, his manner completely changed; he barely spoke, seeming nervous and quiet. I wondered if I'd done something wrong, but he turned out to just be painfully shy in private! He was, in fact, only 21; by no means a virgin, but had been with the same girl for a long time and had become single a few months ago. I suddenly felt as though I'd have to be a lot more delicate than I was planning to!

Being with a woman again must have been a blissful relief for him. It took me a while to coax out his sexual confidence, but an old school make-out session seemed to work. We kissed for a long time, and as I ran my hand up the inside of his thigh, he felt brave enough to slide his hand across the front of my dress, grazing the exposed skin of my cleavage and squeezing my breast in his hand. I unbuttoned his shirt, stopping every now and then to check his expression (eyes closed, lips parted) or to kiss his pale chest. His hard on was impressive; this guy certainly had nothing to be shy about down below. I slid down onto my knees and undid his trousers slowly, looking up at him with a naughty glint in my eye.

The sex felt good. We started on the bed, him on top of me thrusting a regular rhythm. He almost came a few times, but managed to stop himself by slowing right down. That seemed to do the opposite for me - as he gradually pulled out then pushed back into me inch by inch, I felt my body start to shake and a long orgasm rippled through me in waves. This was enough encouragement for him; he looked delighted, and went harder and faster after that with a renewed confidence!

He's very eager to see me again, but I mustn't see him too regularly. It's dangerous to let someone vulnerable transfer their affections to you after a long term relationship. It's happened before, and I'm not in the business of heart breaking. Sometimes it's unavoidable though...

Hope you all had a fabulous weekend.

Brooke x

I'm a bit of a goldfish when it comes to shoes. I always forget how horrendously uncomfortable the pretty ones are; after they've broken my feet, I curse them and throw them in the back of my wardrobe. Then, months later, I pull them out again, delighted that I've found a gorgeous pair discarded. And the cycle continues! I may be crippled by the end of the day.

I have a date tonight, so will have to rethink my choice of footwear (or work this slow, careful walk). Looking forward to a glass of wine and good company. It's also been a week since I had a client, so itching to get my groove on!

Brooke x

A Naughty Habit

I'm back! I've had more than my fair share of weekends away lately, so I'm a happy girl. I did promise to tell you all about the appointment I had last week, and I don't mind recalling those memories one bit...

Back in town on business, this client had a room in his usual hotel. I can tell that he's a creature of habit; always the same wine, the same brand of cigarettes, the same haircut, and luckily for me, the same escort. He told me that he's tried a few other girls from agencies, but was never satisfied. He thinks you should stick to what you know, and he has known me intimately. On his request I had worn crotchless panties, which never completely came off - he loves pulling them aside, yanking and twisting them as he gets worked up.

He started slowly and gently, planting light kisses along my collar bone. His breath on my neck sent shivers down my spine, and as I exhaled heavily in the silence, he moved his lips lower. Peeling off my clothes as he moved along, his tongue eventually found my warm, wet pussy through the slit in the fabric of my knickers. If his own need wasn't so urgent, I'm sure he would have happily stayed there all night, massaging my clit in smooth circles. It felt delicious; by the time he climbed up and knelt over me, I was completely ready for him. He looked at me with that twinkle I told you about - a confident, satisfied and knowing look that makes me melt. I've only ever seen a few guys pull it off, and he is definitely one of them. He held my gaze as he pushed into me, the lace of my underwear now pressed up against him. He kept it slow and soft at first, then the thrusts got harder as my moans grew louder. Grinding into me, he filled me up with every inch of his solid cock inside me.

When he felt himself getting close, he stopped and pulled me round onto my knees to take me from behind. He took a moment to stroke my thighs, running his fingers just inside the edge of my panties. He readjusted them to give him full access, rubbed the tip of his cock along my pussy, then slid inside me again. This time it didn't take long for him to come; it sounded explosive, making him cry out in ecstasy. I must be good... ;-)

I had another self indulgent weekend with friends, and now back to London life. Hope you're all having a fabulous Tuesday,

Brooke x

Barely Alive...

Oh, my. That was a heavy weekend. I always plan too much, thinking that I'll be able to meet a client, go clubbing, sleep for a few hours and be up again to meet friends for lunch on the docks. That last part didn't happen, unfortunately! Saturday night was so crazy; my client persuaded me to extend, so I was late to the club and played 'catch up' on the vodka - my friends were way ahead of me in the tipsy stakes at that point. I was also carrying a fair amount of cash, which resulted in me being far to generous when I got drunk. How did I spend that much on alcohol?!

Sunday was purely a day of recovery. No phone calls, no light. Only my darling flat mate was allowed in to bring me an afternoon breakfast, bless her. I'm feeling a little more human today, but only just!

Brooke x

Turn the Lights Low

Being a high class escort, you have to keep your appearance practically perfect at all times. I usually take pride and pleasure in this, loving my nights of pampering and salon appointments. However, my love of wine and penchant for vodka can sometimes be a hindrance! After all the fun last weekend, I discovered multiple bruises, a cigarette burn and some grazes across my body that aren't the prettiest things to look at. I can't remember doing most of them! For my date last night, I tried my best to make my skin look gorgeous with shimmering moisturiser and bronzer, but some marks refused to be hidden. Luckily, my client only noticed one bruise on my arm, which he kissed gently and promptly forgot about. Phew!

To hide the burn and bruises on my legs, I wore classic black lace topped stockings with a vintage style seam running down the backs. I suggested to him that I kept these on with my black heels, and nothing else; unsurprisingly, he liked that idea. He tried to roll them down at one point after kissing all the way from my ankle to my thigh, but I guided his hands to my breasts and squeezed my hands there over his. It felt good to have him pressed warm against my body.

This weekend will bring even more fun - I can't wait. Hope your year is proving to be as exciting as mine!

Brooke x

Loving the Long Weekend

My long weekend didn't get off to the best start; my client cancelled our date at the last minute, leaving me all dressed up with nowhere to go. I had been looking forward to it, as I met him once before and he is pretty damn sexy. However, spontaneous nights are often the best ones; I ended up partying with my flatmate and her friends until 5am. Fun times! That did mean that I missed the Royal Wedding on TV, but was up in time to join a street party in the afternoon. Yet another late night left my flat looking a little worse for wear...

I escaped London for the last two days and visited a friend on the south coast. I wish I could say that it gave me a chance to relax, but the partying continued! Everywhere had such a great atmosphere this weekend - I love times like that. I also found a very handsome young man to dance with, and spent the evening making out like teenagers. I felt 18 again, but had a lot more fun than when I was actually that age.

Now I'm back in the city and trying to get myself back into the usual routine. I still have a little time to daydream, don't I?

Brooke x

Lingerie Fiend

This week has gone fast. It seems like only yesterday I was bathing in the sun... judging by the list of errands I haven't got round to completing this week, I may as well have been!

Wednesday night was quite fun, but I wasn't left as satisfied as I had hoped I'd be. Having felt particularly horny for the couple of days leading up to my booking, he must have sensed how much I wanted it. Unfortunately this got him a bit too excited. He was rock hard within seconds of me walking into the room in my black high heels; we didn't bother with any small talk - I just sat him down as I stripped off in front of him. I was planning to put one foot up on the chair and touch myself in front of him, before lowering myself onto him when I was nice and wet. He had other ideas though, and stood up to rub himself against the lace top of my stockings. I felt his body tense and his breath catch, then felt the warm spray of his cum across my thigh. I had probably been there about 5 minutes by this point. Luckily, although he was embarrassed, he didn't get cagey and ask me to leave; I managed to put him at ease and poured us a drink.

We chatted for an hour or so, and I had a couple more glasses of wine than I should have (nothing new there). With both of us fuelled by the alcohol, we decided to have another go. He ran his hands across my body, fascinated by every inch of lace and every strip of elastic. He climbed on top of me, but I could tell that he was concentrating on not coming too soon. He didn't allow himself to get lost in it, and kept his rhythm steady. It was pleasant, but no fireworks.

My client may not have satisfied all my urges this week, but I have ordered a new toy to play with... I'll try it out at the weekend and let you know how it feels!

Brooke x

Dress Up

Tomorrow night I will be playing dress up. The client I'm meeting has a fetish for kinky underwear; nothing too extreme - a peephole bra, crotchless panties, fishnet stockings and killer heels will get him going. He loves the feel of silk on his skin too - I'm going to pack an extra pair of knickers in case he wants to join in and look pretty.

I can completely understand why men go so crazy for lingerie fabrics. I remember one client pressing me against the wall in a silk set, while he rubbed his bare hard on over the smooth material covering my arse. It felt really hot actually... just the thinnest slip between his cock and me. Underwear or not, I like a man to slide himself between my legs from behind, pressed up against my pussy but not entering me. It's such a tease for both of us, and never fails to get me worked up. Feeling my wetness slide across the length, it's only a matter of time before we both give in and I tilt my hips to let him thrust into me, pressing my arse back into his hips.

Phew, sorry - I got a little bit lost in the moment there! Hopefully tomorrow night will live up to my fantasies.

Brooke x